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angelstrenchcoat-67 · 5 years

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Leather, Lace and Lullabies

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Series Summary: After many years of hunting and stopping the Apocalypse more than once, the chances of something surprising you are pretty low. Until Castiel and Jack reveal something that you never thought you’d hear.

PART 5

"Good morning, sunshine” Dean grins as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “How long have you been up?”

“For a couple of minutes” I shrug, robbing me fat belly. Okay not that fat, but the five months of pregnancy are visible now. Sam likes to bother me by saying that I’m huge even though we know it’s only gonna get bigger from now on. “I was feeling a little sick”

“Is everything okay?” Dean immediately tenses, sitting up straighter.

“Yeah, it’s fine” I grab the his hand to kiss his knuckles. “Sam was up and he made me some tea to help”

“Is there anything I can do?” He asks me as I snuggle into his chest.

“Just hold me” I mutter, hiding my face in his neck.

“Hey I was thinking” Dean grabs my chin so that he can look me in the eyes.

“That’s a first”

“I’m gonna ignore that” He gives me a side eye before smiling again. “Shouldn’t we be discussing baby names?”

“Do you want to?” I ask him, running my finger along his jaw.

“Uhh... Maybe... Okay, yes” He rolls his eyes. “I just feel like it would be better when we refer to her”

“Do you have any names in mind?” I question him, placing my head on his shoulder.

“Well, I like Sandy... Or Daphne. I also like Raven or”

“Can you say a name that doesn’t belong to a cartoon character?” I try to hold back a laugh.

“I didn’t think you would notice” He chuckles as he moves his hand over the skin of my belly.

“Dean, you knew I would notice” I giggle as his soft touches tickle me.

“Okay, I hoped you would let me get away with it” Dean rolls his eyes, kissing my temple. “I actually like Charlotte”

“That’s really pretty, actually” I nod my head. “I like Isabella”

“What about Charlotte Isabella?” Dean suggests, considering both of the names.

“Charlotte Isabella Winchester? Do you know how long it’ll take for her to learn how to write her name in kindergarden?” I stiffle a laugh when Dean glares at me. “Fine, it sounds good”

“We can still think about it” He leans back, resting his head on the bed headboard. “We still have 4 months to go”

“I feel like they are gonna go in a heartbeat” I swallow down, realizing that they time is almost here.

“Don’t worry. We have Sam, Cas and Jack to help out” He guides my face to his. “And you got me. Always”

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“Can you hold it a little longer?” Dean asks me as he looks at me through the rear view mirror.

“I seriously need to go now” I groan as I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

"Okay, okay" Dean sighs as he pulls over the car. "Here, I’ll help you out”

“Thanks” I wince as I step out of the car, grabbing Dean’s hand for support.

“Guys, don’t look” Dean glares at them as he helps me squat down.

“Whatever you say, Dean” Sam scratches the back of his neck as Jack looks at the window.

Jody called us a couple of days ago, wondering when we were coming over so that she could see me and my pregnant belly. Cas was away on a lead about what Michael might be up to so he said he would meet us there.

“I feel like you have to pee every five minutes” Dean shifts his weight as he tries to hold me up.

“That’s because I do” I have hiss as I stand up, putting my pants back on.

“Guys, we need to hurry up if we want to get there before-“

Suddenly, a couple of growls interrupt Sam. The sounds seem to be coming from the trees a couple of feet away from us.

“Guys” Jack frowns, stepping out of car to stand next to us. “What was that?”

“I don’t know” Dean grabs the flashlight that Sam hands him as he joins us.

“It sounded like-“

Then, four werewolves step out into the light, their teeth out to intimidate.

“Y/N get back in the car” Dean immediately hisses as Sam runs to the back of the impala to reach for the machetes and some guns.

“Like hell” I glare at him. “There are four of them”

“I said get back in the car” Dean yells this time but I don’t have time to react because the werewolves start to run our direction.

Dean reacts, trying to grab the animal that is closer to us but the werewolf pushes him to the ground with a hard kick to the stomach before turning to me, his yellow eyes focused on me.

Sam seems to be trying to slow down another one but she doesn’t give him much attention before turning to me.

“Y/N, get behind me” Jack steps in front of me as the four werewolves surround us. “I won’t let anything happen to you”

Then a loud bang goes off and one of the animals falls to the floor, then another. The two remaining turn around, now more pissed than before.

“Sorry for that” Dean breaths out before him and Sam shoot them. “That’s better”

“Y/N, are you okay?” Jack turns to me, checking for any injury.

“I’m good” I look back at Sam and Dean “Are you guys okay?”

“Yeah” Sam nods, walking over to us. “Umm... Did you guys noticed what I did?”

“That all the werewolves seemed focused on Y/N?” Jack asks, his forehead frowning at the tought. “Because I did notice that”

I look back at Dean when Jack says that but I don’t meet his gaze because his eyes are focused on my belly.

“Dean?” I reach for his hand but he doesn’t react. “Hey, look at me”

He blinks for a couple of seconds before looking up at me. “Yeah?”

“It’s okay, I’m okay” I squeeze his hand before bringing it up to my belly. “We are both okay”

“I-“

“Sam, can you drive?” I ask him as I tug Dean into the backseat with me.

“Sure” Sam nods as Jack walks over to the passenger seet. “I got it”

“Dean” I mutter as we sit in the back. “Hey?”

“I- I just... I don’t want anything to happen to you, to either of you” Desn shakes his head, pulling me closer to his chest.

“I know” I kiss his cheek before hiding my head in the crook of his neck. “I love you so much”

“I love you too” Dean sighs as he kisses the top of my head.

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“Girls, the guys and Y/N are here” Jody shouts after greeting us at the door.

“Hi” I smile at Jody as she hugs me before looking down at my bump.

“Can I?” She asks me as she points at my stomach.

“Sure” I bring my shirt up to uncover my skin.

“Uh, Jody?” Dean mutters as he stands next to us. "Do you have any pain killers?”

“Uhh, let me ask Alex” She turns around after giving my belly a last goodbye.

“Is everything okay?” I frown as I turn to Dean.

“Yeah, just a headache, that’s all” He shrugs as the Patience and Claire walk from the hallway.

“Y/N” Claire squeals as she look at my stomach, pushing past Sam and Dean without even looking at them.

“Missed you too, kiddo” Dean chuckles as Alex and Jody appear from the kitchen.

“Get over it, old man” Claire shrugs before kneeling down to look at my baby. “Hello, I can’t wait for you to get out of there so we can give all this people hell”

“Please no, we don’t need another Claire” Alex teases her before giving me a hug. “Congratulations”

“Thank you” I smile as Patience starts talking to my belly, too. “She loves the attention I swear”

“How was the road?” Jody asks, guiding us into the living room.

“It was okay until Y/N had to pee and we stopped but some werewolves decided to amush us probably because of her pregnancy” Jack blurts out.

“God” Dean groans grabbing his head.

“Dean?” I call for him, grabbing his thigh.

“Oh, Alex get him the pain killer please” Jody suddenly remembers.

“Dean, what is it?” Sam stands next to his brother, worry taking over his voice. “Buddy?”

“It’s just this stupid headache” He shakes his head and Alex walks back in with the pill and water.

“Here, Dean” She hands them to him. “Do you want me to take your blood pressure?”

“No no, it’s fine” He shakes his head. “I probably just need to rest”

“Do you want me to help out Dean?” Jack asks, offering his powers.

“It’s fine, kid” Dean stops him. “I think I’m just gonna go to bed”

“Do you want me to come with you?” I ask, standing up as he does.

“You don’t have to” He reassures me. “I’ll be down the hall if you need me”

“Call me if you need anything” I tell him before he disappears into the hall way, his eyes off, almost distant.

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SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST THIS!! Hope you like this❤️ also for the sake of this story, Jack still has his powers and everything.

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alixlestrange · 5 years

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Ao3 Feed The hobbit (Middle Earth)

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DMEJ7w

by SailorSolar12

While Jasmine, daughter of Apollo, is fighting what seems to her as one of Kronos' minions, it sends her through a rift in the dimensional gate to the land of Middle Earth. More specifically: The Shire. She lands in front of the home of Bilbo Baggins as Gandalf the Grey is entering the small home. Clad in her normal wear as well as her weapons, the company of Thorin Oakanshield is hesitant to accept her. As the meeting drags on, she discovers a prophecy that lies on the map that belongs to Thorin. It is then that Jasmine realizes that she is a part of something bigger than any daughter of Apollo has ever faced. As she travels all over Middle Earth in the company of dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard, she faces her fears and learns to rely on the help of unexpected friends. Through this journey she has become the Heir of Prophecy.

Words: 2688, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Thorin Oakenshield, Thorin's Company, Bifur (Tolkien), Bofur (Tolkien), Bombur (Tolkien), Kíli (Tolkien), Ori (Tolkien), Nori (Tolkien), Fíli (Tolkien), Dwalin (Tolkien), Dori (Tolkien), Balin (Tolkien), Glóin (Tolkien), Óin (Tolkien), Bilbo Baggins, Gandalf | Mithrandir, Thranduil (Tolkien), Lindir (Tolkien), Smaug (Tolkien), Tauriel (Hobbit Movies), Elrond Peredhel, Original Female Character, Delphi - Character, Hades, Nico di Angelo, Apollo, Zeus

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s), Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Drama, Adventure, Violence

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forthemultiverse · 6 years

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Countdown Pt 2 - Jason Todd x Reader

Request: If requests are open, could you do a part 2 to “Count Down” where Jason gets injured and the reader winds up being the one to patch him up. And during the commotion, his helmet comes off and the reader freaks out because IT’S THEIR SOULMATE!?!?! Or maybe Alfred tells Jason about how she was his soulmate and so he keeps an eye on her as much as he can until one night he has to step in and save her? If this is too much I completely understand and sorry for it being so long. Have a nice day 💗💗💗!

I hope you like it since I hadn’t even considered a part two to this but the second I saw this request my head went wild. Thank you for the inspiration, I just pray it’s good!! (Also, this is my 100th post and I’m nearly at 400 followers and freaking out inside. Thank you everyone for coming along for this ride)

- People have asked to be tagged (<3) in this Part Two so here you go: @sailorsolar12 @satansspacebubblegum

Soulmate AU: A Soulmate Universe, where the clock on your wrist counts down to the day your soulmate dies.

Part One

Sad to say, you’d been permanently stuck in Gotham since the day he died to the present. Every time you tried to leave, you felt the tug in your gut. The Universe wanted you to stay, which gave you even more motivation to leave, but still. You didn’t date, and most people worth being friends with didn’t cause a fuss if you rejected them once they saw the burnt date on your wrist. You didn’t want to go through that pain again. No more Soulmate deaths.

Your best friend didn’t get it. She thought you’d be desperate to meet your second one so you could have all the time you could have together. She also thought you wouldn’t want anyone else to know you for a minute then lose you to death. You thought avoiding dating would make it even easier for this mysterious soul number two. They could make their assumptions about soulmates, and you could die without causing them a minute of stress.

You’d probably change your mind about that when you were older, but for now, you were twenty, at Gotham University, and working for a section of the police that tried to reach out to teen runaways and orphanages. You’d spend your evenings at the orphanage, talking and getting to the know the kids, taking the older ones out and driving them to any parties they might have, baking with the younger ones, and you’d sleep there to make breakfast and tutor anyone on Saturday morning. You also found yourself playing video games and sports with them before having to leave after lunch on Sunday. Sometimes the police would have you come and talk to the kids they’d found on the streets since you always had a way with people. The kids listened to you and put up less of a fight if you were trying to convince them to get help.

Your introduction back into the Wayne Family life had been when you’d been asked to check in on one Stephanie Brown. It was separate from the police, but the Hospital also asked for your assistance when they were dealing with broken homes and kids with abusive parents. Not only was she the daughter of the Question, but she had been pregnant and had given the baby up for adoption. The Hospital asked you to check in with her, and you had information on her hold of she ever wanted to know where it was. You’d been against it first. You didn’t want anything to do with the Wayne’s, and she was dating Timothy Drake-Wayne. Surely you’d end up having to go to the Manor to meet her one time, and then you’d feel bad for never answering the butler’s calls and never explaining to Bruce why Alfred had tried to reach out to you. Ignoring his butler had resulted in multiple stroppy emails from the billionaire - and you didn’t want to know how he got your email.

You were right, but you were also too much of a pushover to say no when Stephanie sent you the location for your check-up.

You pulled up in the long driveway, suddenly hit with what it would have been like to visit the place when you were younger. You’d barely known Jason, you couldn’t make assumptions about what he was like beyond your one evening together, but you were a hopeless romantic and a very vivid daydreamer. You didn’t think about it. You refused to. You were a smiler, and bright face, a positive energy people needed in their lives. You wouldn’t let yourself seem down.

Steph had said to go round the side and into the gardens, claiming that you’d spot her easily. She was right. She sat, laughing and tangled with Tim Drake under a tree while the sun shined on them. You smiled to yourself, the aura coming off both of them was the aura of soulmates. Their legs were on top of each other, and there was a share bag of crisps knocked over slightly a few metres away.

“Hey?” You broke their bubble.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Stephanie straightened herself up slightly, her legs still tangled with Tim’s. “He’s been stuck in front of a computer for about three days and heavily sleep-deprived, so Alfred called me in - you don’t mind if he’s here right?” She suddenly sounded tense and panicked.

“I’m good if you are…what we might be talking about…?”

“He knows about the baby. We started dating right after I found out…is that weird, Nah, he was helpful and stuff. It was pretty great. Flew back into town just to help me through it.” Steph was a living heart eyes emoji for a good second, and you chuckled. The bags under Tim’s eyes were oblivious, but he was smiling softly back at her.

“Well, how are you doing? And I mean that to both of you,” you raised an eyebrow at Tim.

“Tired.” Tim sighed, leaning back on the tree.

“Agreed.”

“Agreed.” You thirded. “Anything cool going on in your life.”

“This is super casual, don’t you have to ask like a list of questions and stuff?” Tim asked

“Not a therapist yet, just helping out teens for the police and the hospital in the hopes of making people’s lives better.” You shrugged.

“Why do you wanna do that?” Tim asked, and Steph’s eyes went wide.

“Tim!”

“That came out wrong. I mean, helping people is great, what’s your inspiration?”

“I’ve always been good at getting people to talk I guess, plus I have a pretty good way of getting runaways to talk to me.”

“Which is?”

“Are you a runaway?”

“No,”

“Then you don’t need to hear it.” You turned back to Steph, “How’s school going?”

She groaned “I’m assuming you’ve been given information?”

“Just some missing homework and an absent from yesterday.”

“I overslept.” The phrasing was careful.

“Not sleeping well?”

“Nope, been up late at the moment,”

“Any reasons, or just, it’s Gotham, and no one should sleep if they want to live.” You joked and the look Steph and Tim gave each other couldn’t have been more obvious. Everyone was a bit stressed at the moment. Batman seemed to be at war with the Red Hood a few months back, then he disappeared, and reappeared about to unmask Batman and the latest Robin, then he disappeared again, and Batman disappeared. Then they both reappeared a few weeks back and even though there didn’t seem to be a problem between them this time - guns were a tense subject in America and having him just running around Gotham kept everyone on their toes and well behaved. “Wanna talk about that look or are you going to make me analyse it?”

“How are you doing at the moment?” Stephanie changed the subject. You stood up walked towards her and held out a hand. She took it and once you’d pulled Steph to her feet you gave her a tight hug. “Everything you say is between us and only us. No judgement. It’s okay to be scared.”

“There’s just a lot of stress at the moment.” You felt Stephanie relax slightly until the butler appears from the back door.

“Master Tim - ” his sentence was cut short when he saw you. “(Y/N)! What a surprise!”

“You know Alfred?” Stephanie pulled away to look at you closely. “Do you work for Bruce?”

“God no, well he basically owns the city so technically I do, but Bruce Wayne probably hates me. I never answer his emails.” You said while lifting your head to the side slightly.

“What?” Tim was looking at you, a gleam in his eye that made you feel vulnerable. Like he knew everything about you - or he would by the end of the conversation.

“What are you doing here? Not that you aren’t welcome,” Alfred had hurried over to the pair of you.

“What’s going on?” Steph’s walls were going up which meant you two were probably going to have a Bruce Wayne conversation in the future. There were some issues and anger to be dealt with there.

“Miss (Y/N) here, is…was Master Jason’s - ”

“Alfred!” You cut him off before he could finish the sentence, your voice raised slightly - something which didn’t happen often.

“Jason’s Soulmate…” Tim finished the sentence looking at the inside of your wrist. “You were - ”

“Yeah, you don’t need to say it again.” You sighed.

“Jason’s Soulmate…” Stephanie muttered in shock. “That must have been awful.”

“I knew him for about an evening of talking and a few days of texting…” your voice was low. You knew going to Manor wasn’t a smart decision.

“Anyway, you two are needed in Master Bruce’s…office,” Alfred said to Tim and Steph, and they disappeared in a second.

“I should probably go.” You didn’t like how stiff your voice sounded.

“You should come back for another visit,” Alfred suggested.

“I’m sure you’re very nice and all, and you mean it with the best intentions - but the last thing I want to do is be at the home my soulmate ran away from before he was killed.”

“I understand.”

“Thank you. Tell Steph she owes me a full half hour of chat,” you didn’t wait to hear him say yes as you exited the garden and hopped in your car to drive away.

Since that afternoon, something was off around you. Not with you, just around you. Gotham suddenly felt a lot safer. You spotted Red Robin and Spoiler watching you and the older orphanage kids head into a bowling alley, and you kept seeing red flashes when you walked anywhere at night. It took you two days to get curious as to what was happening and test this new aura. You did something very unlike you and went for a rooftop walk in the more dangerous part of Gotham.

Most of the buildings were tall and closely packed together, a few alleys ways every now and again - and you weren’t stupid enough to try and see if you could cross them. You walked across four buildings, waiting for anything to happen, anything at all.

“What are you doing.” You tensed up, turning round to face the Red Hood in all his hun slinging glory.

“Wandering.” Your voice was tight, and you started to regret your evening out very much.

“It’s not safe.”

“Has Batman been sending his army of smaller selves to watch me?”

“Why would I know?”

“Cos you’re clearly involved with him somehow.” Red Hood laughed.

“Just get back home okay.”

“Aren’t you going to try and shoot me?”

“My line of work is a lot more complicated than that.”

“How old are you?”

“20.”

“My age, I might know you.” You said without really thinking the sentence out fully, it just slipped out and he didn’t deny it. “So what’s your business with the city tonight?”

“I’m not going to tell you that.”

“Why not? You’re in the works with Batman, so anything you do will be all over the papers by next week, to my knowledge we don’t know each other, I have no place better to be. Talk to me.” The sentence felt all yo familiar but you didn’t click why you just had a weird sense of Deja vu. Something obviously bugged the Red Hood too as you noticed him tense for a second before relaxing.

“Do you always walk around smiling and saying things like that?”

“Not purposefully.” You shrugged. “Does it bother you that I’m smiling right now?”

“I just don’t get how people can be that happy all the time.”

“Maybe you should try it sometimes. Being positive is actually quite fun.” You teased and turned to look at the sky. Gotham was the city of clouds, the Batman symbol shining exactly where it always did. “So what are you dealing with tonight.”

“Just a surveillance job.”

“And why did you come talk to me?”

“You’ve been walking on these buildings for a good half hour, and I got curious.”

“It’s been half an hour?” You looked at your watch “Wow, time does fly when you’re alone with your thoughts.”

Jason didn’t like being at the Manor any time of the year, but when the whole family were together, it was the worst. The only reason he was there was because Dick had saved his ass and taken him back for stitches - now he was stuck listening to Stephanie half Yelp half encourage him.

“She’s so nice! Don’t you dare be mean to her and screw this up! Literally, how did someone so kind-hearted end up with you for a Soulmate! She’s the most supportive person I’ve ever met!”

“Cut it out already!” Jason snapped, grabbing some toast and contemplating shoving it in her mouth.

“I can’t believe you spoke to her but didn’t tell her!” Stephanie complained and Jason froze. He hadn’t even known who his soulmate was until Steph started screaming about it, and he only took it seriously when Alfred told him what had happened. That was the real reason he was still in Gotham. He didn’t care about Bruce’s job for him; he cared about the fact someone out there had been hurt by his death. Someone had really cried for Jason Todd - not Robin, not Bruce Wayne’s ward. Jason Todd.

“How do you know I spoke to her.” He spoke very quietly and everyone in the kitchen tended. He wasn’t sure if everyone in the room would ever trust him over than Alfred - but him speaking calmly terrified them more than him yelling.

“This is your first time in town not trying to kill one of us; you can’t blame me for wanting to know what you’re doing.” Bruce was observing him, and Jason didn’t enjoy being treated like a bomb about to explode.

“So that’s why you’ve been spying on her!” Jason almost laughed. “She’s seen you, you know. She knows somethings up because she’s seen you guys watching her! But you’re not watching her. You’re watching me.”

“Why are you just watching her if you aren’t going to talk to her?” Tim finally asked what they were all thinking.

“I died, Tim.”

“I know. It’s your favourite topic of conversation.”

“I can’t just walk up to her as Jason Todd. The second I do anything, everything comes out about what happened, all of you guys, and this entire world. She becomes apart of it. And I don’t even know her that well.”

“She’s your Soulmate. You are one of the few people who have 100% proof that they’ve found their soulmate.” Stephanie said, looking slightly towards Tim.

“Wooo, dying has one plus side I guess!” Jason said sarcastically. “The universe can say all it wants but let’s be real, whether she’s my soulmate or not, it’s my choice to be with her. My choice to use this information. If I ever decide I want to be with someone; it’s going to be my decision, not the universes, not you guys, mine.” Jason stuffed another piece of toast into his mouth and left the Manor as quickly as he could.

“He’s going to spy on her some more, isn’t he.” Dick mused

“Oh definitely,” Steph responded. “She just has this quality about her that makes it impossible to dislike her.”

So that’s what Jason did. He watched and he watched and he stayed in Gotham. Taking down bad guys and causing no trouble. He even started to obey some of Bruce’s rules. He didn’t want to be driven out of the city until he made up his mind. This was his choice to make - and yours he guessed. He didn’t want to cut you out of the conversation when it was your future he’d be deciding too. But talking to you meant he had to choose before someone in his family did it for him. He didn’t trust Stephanie not to somehow do something about the situation the next time she saw you. He also didn’t think Steph would do it with any cruel intentions. She understood where Jason came from, she was similar to him in many ways - and she justed wanted to help.

The gun rule was not one of the ones he followed. He liked using guns, but it was also guns that meant he was bleeding to death in an alley. He’d seen you walking around late at night again; you were coming back from dropping some kids off at the orphanage and obviously tired. A tired young woman was a prime target, and someone had grabbed you. He had to interfere, but his game was off. He kept expecting you to freak out, say his name, and he was worried you’d already been hurt. They’d pulled out a gun and shot six bullets while he was distracted. He was going to hunt them down and make them pay once he could move.

“Oh my god.” he heard your voice and for a second he thought his brain had made it up as some sick twisted way to give him comfort, but that wasn’t the case. You were there. You were talking to him. “You need to stay awake!”

“Get away…”

“No way, you need help, I’m going to get you help.”

“I’m fine.”

“Yeah, bullet holes and blood equal fine.”

“I’ve been through worse.”

“Sure, and I’m sure that’s not part of the reason you’re running through Gotham as a gunslinging vigilante. Therapy’s a thing, and this is not normal. You’re not fine.”

“Just, get -”

“Get you some help? Sure.”

“That’s not what I was going to say,”

“Well, it’s what I said.”

“I’m -”

“In need of help, yes, I know,” you were searching him for any way to call any of the other superheroes to come help. You doubted he’d want to go to a hospital.

“Getting a bit feely, at least buy me dinner first.”

“Isn’t that normally the girl’s line?” You finally got sick of looking at the stupid helmet.

“You need air.”

“I’m -”

“Need to breathe.”

“That one didn’t work.”

“Doesn’t matter, you need air, and you need to text someone your location.”

“Please don’t take the Helmet off.”

“Would you rather die.”

“A little bit.”

“Very funny.” You felt around his head and found the two clasps, pulling the helmet off and take advantage of the fact he seemed unable to move the rest of his body. He wore a mask over his eyes which made you laughed, “See, isn’t it nice breathing fresh air?”

“I can -”

“I can breathe now, and it’s beautiful.”

“That wasn’t what I was going to say,” it wasn’t even close. Jason was going to say that he could explain. But the mask and blood meant you didn’t recognise him. Even without the mask you might not, he’d changed quite a lot since he’d died. He was safer than he thought, and sadly that fact hurt him a little bit.

“I’m taking this,” you pulled out his earpiece and put it in your ear, tapping the side to turn it on. “Red Hood’s bleeding to death in an alley.”

“Um…hello?”

“Hi, Anyway someone can come and get him?”

“Getting your location now.” you recognised the voice, but not well enough to place it.“I took the helmet off so he could breathe properly, he can talk, but he’s really pale and was shot like six times,”

“Spoiler and Nightwing are on their way.” the line went dead, so you assumed the person had ended the call.

You looked at the face beneath the helmet very carefully. Some part of your mind was turning and putting the dots together - I mean, there’s only so much face a mask can cover. Something was there, something you couldn’t figure out and it was infuriating.

“Do I know you? I know you probably won’t tell me, but like…”

“Kinda.” He didn’t say anything else as you suddenly gasped. He’d changed, he changed a lot. And you didn’t understand how on earth he was alive. He couldn’t be alive. Your mind was playing tricks. A similar voice and facial structure didn’t equal Jason Todd. Jason Todd was dead and people don’t come back from the dead. You were being crazy, and irrational. But if laser shooting flying men were real, was resurrection really that impossible? You’d been at the funeral. You’d seen Alfred and Bruce’s reaction. You’d seen his older brother Dick beating himself up for not trying to be a good brother to Jason. You’d cried. You’d cried for someone you barely knew. He couldn’t just be alive. You were assuming things.

But you had two dates in a world where you only get one soulmate. It would make sense.“Your friends will be here soon…”

“Take the mask off.” He could guess what you were thinking based on the reaction.

“No. I will not have that conversation now. You can’t be -”

“Jason Todd.” he tried to nod.

“Nope.”

“I can-”

“Nope.” You took a step back, your breathing picking up. “I went to Jason Todd’s funeral, and I can’t yell at you while you’re dying.”

“Yell?” he didn’t expect you to yell.

“I’m freaking out a bit right now so yes I will probably yell.” your voice was all over the place, but you were determined not to yell. He didn’t deserve to be yelled at. “You can’t be Jason Todd, Jason Todd died.”

“I can explain everything.”

“Then do that, when you’re not dying.” You refused to believe it. “Jason Todd’s already dead, so he can’t be dying right now.”

“Take the mask off.“

“Fine, but only to prove you can’t possibly be Jason Todd because I went to Jason Todd’s funeral.” you were shaking slightly, wishing Nightwing and Spoiler would just show up already to end whatever mind trick Red Hood was playing. You leant forward slowly, peeling the mask off and trying to convince yourself not to. Not knowing the answer would be better than knowing because then you could pretend your first and real soulmate was out there. You could also assume that this was all some evil game and that Jason was dead and continue living your life just the same. It would be your choice.

The Red Hood, had been a killer, he’d gone rage on Gotham more than once and he used a gun. He killed people, and he worked in the shadows. You’d seen the amount of chaos and fear he created. If this was Jason, you didn’t know what you’d do. You’d want to give him a chance, and in a way, he was more effective than Batman, but you weren’t one for violence. You’d never been. You liked positive thinking and smiling faces. But it this was Jason, it was your soulmate. And he had really died, so whatever brought him back would’ve messed him up pretty badly so could you blame him for wanting to be a bit more permanent with his methods of dealing with crime. Every thought in your head was running wild and merging faster than you could cope with. You were overwhelmed and ready to break down. You couldn’t deal with all of this; no one should have to deal with all of this.

The mask fell to the floor, and it may have changed, but it was Jason Todd’s face. You’d stared at a picture after he’d died to help you process everything. You’d memorised his face and thought about how it may have changed if he’d been given a chance to live. You may not have known him all that well but you didn’t want to forget him.

“I went to your funeral.” you started to cry. The third time you’d let yourself cry over it, “You better recover and explain what the hell is happening.”

“Can I see your wrist?” he asked. You raised it slowly to show him.

He ran his fingers over the scaring on the first date. The burns had never faded and you could still vaguely still the numbers underneath. The 0 had turned into minus numbers just to remind you how long you’d survived without the universes input. He kissed the burn lightly.

“Crap, that’s a large number…”

“Which one?”

“Both of them.” you laughed slightly, still crying. “I guess you’re going to be living quite a while then, no dying tonight..”

“Your number’s big too.”

“That’s reassuring.”

“We’re here!” Spoiler announced, stopping dead when she saw you.

“We’re taking her to the cave,” Jason instructed.

“Obviously.” Spoiler nodded while Nightwing picked his little brother up.

“So, Dick Grayson?” you assumed, pointing to Nightwing and trying to piece everything together in your head.

“This is going to be a fun week.” Dick laughed

Part One

#Jason Todd #jason todd one shot #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood #Red Hood And The Outlaws #red hood x reader #red hood one shot #red hood imagine #batman #DC comics #dc imagine #dc oneshot

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Heir of Prophecy

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DMEJ7w

by SailorSolar12

Words: 2688, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The Hobbit - All Media Types, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Thorin Oakenshield/Original Female Character(s), Kíli (Tolkien)/Tauriel (Hobbit Movies)

Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Drama, Adventure, Violence

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2DMEJ7w

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the hobbit

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sailorsolar12 · 2 years

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Titans Headcanons - Affection

So here is a Titan's headcanon I decided to whip up pretty quickly. Hope you guys like it!

Characters: Jason Todd and Dick Grayson

Warnings: Mentions of death and sex...stuff like that.

A/N: a NSFW one is in the works so....please be patient.

Jason Todd

-This boy would be so touch starved after he came back from the dead…like no seriously he would be so needy and demanding for cuddles and touches from his S/O.

-Before he died, he had only been okay with their S/O showing affection in private, but that all changed once he was brought back.

-He had never been one to show PDA in public due to the kind of life he had lived and then the kind of life Bruce pushed him into.

-Before he died, and when he did show affection, he was always the big spoon. He loved holding his S/O and feeling all the parts of them pressed against him.

-However we all know he would happily be the little spoon when his S/O was particularly needy.

-After he was brought back to life, the first thing he did with his S/O was bury his face into their chest and hold onto them as he let his emotions overwhelm him. He would cry and cry for hours as he held onto his S/O while silently praying that it wasn't a dream.

-His S/O would be so patient with him even though they would get woken up every single night from the nightmares that Jason had. They would hold him, rock him back and forth, and whisper soft words of encouragement to the secret cinnamon roll.

-Jason would repay everything his S/O has done by trying to buy them expensive things and shower them in gifts. Meanwhile, their S/O would end up reselling the gifts and making sure they were able to survive in Gotham especially with the direction it was going.

-In the end, this boi is secretly a soft cinnamon who needs reassurance and love almost 24/7.

-ESPECIALLY once he takes up the mantle of Red Hood. He had to put on such a strong front as Red Hood that he could only show any "weakness" as he called it when he came home to his S/O.

Dick Grayson

-Dick Grayson is one suave mother fucker. He will happily admit that he has moves, but what people don't know is that he...if the moment is perfectly set up...will be the one who receives affection.

-He loves giving his S/O affection whether it be hugs, kisses, light touches, words of affirmation, etc. What the team doesn't know is that he loves it just as much when his S/O returns the favor. He thrives in it.

-The only people on the team who know that he is like this are Jason, Dawn, and Donna. However, everyone on the team knew he loved receiving affection.

-Dick knew full well his S/O wasn't big into expensive gifts, but the occasional gift and lots of love persuaded his S/O to accept the gift.

-His S/O though loved to bake and cook and more often than not, when Dick came home from patrol - or a long day at work while he had been a detective - he would easily devour the food and sweets before him. After eating, he would shower his S/O in more affection than normal which typically ended with both of them very very satisfied at the end of the night.

-His favorite food that his S/O makes is the giant cinnamon rolls covered in icing and candied nuts truth be told.

-Whenever he comes home covered in bruises, his S/O is always there to patch him up, scold him for getting hurt, and then hold him throughout the night to chase away any bad dreams or nightmares.

-Some nights though, this man is frustrated as hell and needs a way to let out that pent up frustration, but in the end always is super soft with his S/O afterwards.

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Federal Agent? - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x NCISAgentWifeOC - Chapter 1

Here is a little crossover I am making between NCIS and Top Gun Maverick. Don't hate me....gihihi.

Rating: M

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: Jake Seresin x OC

Warnings: violence, cursing, sexual tension, mentions of sex

Summary: Elaine and Jake Seresin met while she was working a case in Miramar, CA as she was stationed at the San Diego Field office, and he was in Top Gun Training. By the time that Jake graduated, they eloped and have been going strong ever since. Fast forward almost 10 years, Elaine is now in charge of her own team at the DC headquarters. With the discovery of a Dead pilot, Elaine and her team must team up with the San Diego field office to find the killer in Miramar while her husband is there training and before the killer decides to target her husband and his friends.

Elaine Seresin frowned as she looked at the screen in front of her. On the far right was the head shot of the dead naval officer she and her team were investigating. On the far left was the head shot of the same officer, but he was very much dead having a bullet wound in his head. In the middle was the GPS route of the naval officer the day before he arrived to D.C. He had flown in to meet with NCIS about something he had discovered, but her team had no idea what. The forensic scientist, Abby Sciuto, had discovered his last full day in Miramar, CA before he flew out of San Diego International and into Ronald Regan. A very familiar name popped up on the itinerary as her team surrounded her. He had stopped at The Hard Deck before going to the airport. Elaine closed her eyes for a second before she turned to her team. "Lauren, I want you and Grant to stay here in DC and work any and all possible leads. Work with Dr. Mallard and Abby to try and figure out what is going on. I have to go talk to the Director, but Sean and myself will be flying out to Miramar. I am not letting this man's death happen again," she said determined while walking away passing Gibbs on her way to the Director's office.

Gibbs raised an eyebrow recognizing the look on her face and nodded to her. "We don't have a case right now... Do you want McGee and Ziva to be ready if your agents need help?" he asked lightly.

Elaine gave a grateful smile. "You're a saint Gibbs," she called running up the stairs and smiled at Director Vance's assistant - who buzzed her in. The red headed agent smiled at the Director as she walked in. "Director," she greeted lightly.

"Ah! Elaine, what brings you to my office?" Leon asked as he finished signing some papers he was behind on. He looked up at her, seeing the dark look in her eyes. "Let me guess. You want to take an agent to wherever Miss Sciuto has found for the victim."

Elaine nodded. "Yes, sir. Abby recovered his GPS log from his phone the day before he was murdered up until he flew into Ronald Regan. He came from Miramar out in California, sir. I was stationed out there in the San Diego field office for some time. I am on good terms with Agent Wilson - who currently heads up that office. Sean and I could be on a flight within two hours to make sure not a lot of time is lost," she explained, feeling her phone and smart watch vibrating a few times with messages from her husband. She would look at them later.

Leon stared at her for a moment before nodding. "I will call Agent Wilson and let her know you and Sean will be coming. Rumor has it, your husband was chosen to learn about a confidential mission with some other Top Gun Graduates. I presume you would like some time off to spend with your husband while he is there?" A knowing smile crossed his lips as Elaine turned bright red. "Once you wrap up the case, you will have your time off." Leon nodded, picking up the phone to call the San Diego field office as Elaine walked out of his office.

Elaine hummed softly as she looked at her phone while slowly walking down the stairs.

1507: I arrived safely, Babe. I wish you were here with me.

1507: Phoenix just texted me asking about you. I think she is sad her girlfriend isn't here. 😜😘🥰

1507: The Hard Deck is still here after all these years. The others who were called back are all meeting up tonight.

1512: My My Lt Seresin, are you trying to make me fly out there and see you?

Elaine smirked as she locked her phone and headed to where her team was while grabbing her go bag. "Director Vance approved us going. Agents McGee and David are able to be used from Agent Gibbs' team if you two need back up," she told the two agents staying as she made a couple of calls to get her and Sean on the next flight to San Diego. She looked at her phone as they arrived at the airport with all their documentation and badges and permits for the guns and concealed weapons on their persons.

A few hours later

Elaine and Sean had arrived easily enough in San Diego and went to the field office where they set up, debriefed the San Diego team, and coming up with a game plan. It was already dark by the time Elaine and Sean got to The Hard Deck which was a very popular bar in Miramar for locals and Top Gun Naval pilots. Elaine was nervous because she hadn't mentioned to her husband she would be flying out even if it was mainly for work. The red headed agent smiled softly at the woman behind the bar. "Hi, Ma'am. I am Special Agent Seresin, and this is Special Agent Hendrickson. We are from NCIS and wanted to ask you a few questions about Ensign Graces," she said flashing her badge and ID and pulling up a photo of Ensign Gracess taken the night he flew out of San Diego.

Penny raised an eyebrow at the female agent's last name. There was no way it was the same as one of the pilots playing pool. She shook herself out of her thoughts before trying to think back. "I do remember him. He only ordered sparkling water and was here maybe 30 minutes...at least he was only inside for 30 or so minutes. Then, he left. I can download the security footage and send it over to you, if that will help?"

Elaine's phone rang. She nodded to Sean to take over the interview as she stepped away from the bar taking the call. "Seresin," she answered.

"Elaine, its Wilson, any luck at the bar?" Alice Wilson asked exasperatedly.

Elaine chuckled hearing the frustration in her friend. "Yeah, the lady behind the bar - whom I think owns the place - remembered him. She is sending the footage. I say call it a night and meet back up in the morning to go over the footage."

"You always have the best ideas, El. You and Sean head back to the hotel. Meet tomorrow morning at say 7?" Alice asked smiling.

"We will be there," Elaine answered as she hung up and went back to the bar as Sean finished the interview with Penny. "Head back to the hotel," she said to her agent while handing him the car keys. She was ecstatic to surprise her husband.

Sean took the keys and pretended to gag. "I swear you two are disgustingly sweet. You guys give me cavities," he said softly walking away leaving his supervisor chuckling in the bar.

Elaine smiled as she turned to the woman behind the bar again and motioned for a single beer her hazel eyes trailing over the stunning body of her husband - who was dressed in his Khaki's. She slid a twenty to the woman and winked before silently walking over to where the pilots were playing pool. She sipped her beer slowly and bit her lip. Elaine hadn't seen her husband in months and everything in her body was telling her to jump his bones right then and there.

Payback and Fanboy smirked as they watched Hangman easily play pool. Payback frowned as he noticed a very attractive red headed woman staring at Hangman like a hungry wolf on the hunt. "Hey Hangman," he called out before motioning to the woman leaning against the bar. "Looks like you got an admirer."

Hangman frowned slightly as he stood for a moment before taking his shot. He hadn't told many besides Phoenix and Rooster that he was married and constantly had to turn women down when they tried to make a move on him. Jake sighed again and turned around going wide eyed seeing the one woman in his life he would love for all eternity. He shoved the pool stick he was holding into Bob's hands and rushed over to the woman scooping her up into a large hug and swinging her around happily. "Elaine! What are you even doing here?!" he exclaimed happily. Elaine smiled happily returning the tight hug her husband gave to her.

"I am currently working on a case with the San Diego field office," she murmured softly. "Myself and Hendrickson are here while the others are still in D.C. working any leads they get there." She leaned up and gave him a deep kiss slowly losing herself in his scent. Elaine pulled away gazing up at him getting lost in his green eyes. "I missed you so much," she whispered softly.

Jake gave a soft groan and murmured, "Oh? How long are you in town for then, my dear?" His hands slowly wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to his body. "Because I can think of a few things that we can go do right now if you'd like."

Elaine giggled softly as she set her beer down and stroked his cheeks lightly. "Oh, I can think of quite a few things too, but Natasha looks about ready to murder you for keeping her girlfriend away," she teased motioning behind them. Natasha and Bradley looked happy to see she was there while the other 9 pilots looked confused. She kissed Jake deeply before winking and walking over to Nat and Brad holding her beer. "When the fuck did you get back to the states?" she asked Bradley while hugging Natasha.

Jake shook his head pouting slightly as he came over to where his wife was. He smiled proudly slipping an arm around Elaine's waist. "Guys, this is my beautiful wife of almost 10 years, Elaine Seresin. Elaine, this is Coyote, Payback, Fanboy, Harvard, Yale, Omaha, Fritz, Halo, Bob, and you already know Phoenix and Rooster."

Payback and Fanboy went wide eyed in shock. Hangman was married?! They as well as the other pilots greeted her and were curious as to why she seemed to be dressed more nicely and not show the right side of her pants. Everyone looked at Bob as he asked what Elaine did.

"Oh, I am a Supervisory Special Agent over a team in DC at the NCIS headquarters," she answered simply subtly flashing her badge and gun.

"You're a fed?" Coyote asked wide eyed. "Damn, Hangman. You sure know how to pick them," he smirked at his fellow pilot who simply smiled at Elaine.

Elaine blushed slightly as Jake kissed her temple before pulling her away with a wink. "It was nice meeting you all," she called out as her husband dragged her away to...catch up after not seeing each other for months.

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Homecoming (Ghost Version)

This is going to be a...not a series per say...but a small one shot fic involving different MW2 characters.

Character: Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pairing: Ghost x GN Reader (Y/n is not used)

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Cuteness

A/N: Please be nice.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban neighborhood. A sense of anticipation hung in the air, an electric current of excitement that seemed to resonate with every passing moment. In the heart of that neighborhood stood a modest house, its windows lit with warm, welcoming light.

Simon "Ghost" Riley had spent months away from home, embroiled in covert operations and dangerous missions as a key member of Task Force 141. The battles he'd faced were brutal, his skills tested to their limits, but his thoughts were never far from the one person who had anchored him throughout the chaos.

As his car pulled into the driveway, Ghost took a deep breath, his heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror, his iconic skull mask no longer obscuring his face. The scars of war marred his features, a testament to the trials he'd endured.

With a sense of purpose, Ghost stepped out of the car and made his way to the front door. The house looked unchanged from when he had left, a comforting familiarity that eased his nerves. He lifted a hand to knock but paused, his ears catching a faint sound from within.

Laughter. The sound of pure, unadulterated joy.

A smile tugged at the corners of Ghost's lips as he pushed open the door. The living room was aglow with warm light, the walls adorned with photographs capturing moments of happiness and love. And there, in the center of it all, was their significant other, their eyes sparkling with mirth.

They were engaged in a lively dance with a golden retriever, their laughter filling the room as the dog leaped and twirled in joyful abandon. Ghost watched, his heart swelling with affection, as they moved with an energy that was infectious.

The dog noticed Ghost first, its tail wagging furiously as it bounded over. Ghost knelt down, his hands outstretched, and the dog's excitement was palpable as it showered him with slobbery kisses. He laughed, scratching behind its ears before he rose to his feet.

"Welcome home, Simon!" their significant other exclaimed, their voice a mix of surprise and delight as they abandoned their dance to rush into his arms.

Ghost's embrace was tight, his relief at being back in their arms evident. He breathed in the familiar scent of home, the warmth of their presence grounding him in a reality that felt worlds away from the battlefields he'd traversed.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," Ghost murmured into their hair.

They pulled back slightly, their eyes meeting his with a mixture of love and concern. "I've missed you too. But you're here now, and that's what matters."

As they spoke, Ghost couldn't help but notice the slight signs of weariness in their eyes. It had been a long deployment, and he knew that they had faced their own challenges while he was away. He reached out, his thumb brushing gently across their cheek.

"Hey, you've been holding down the fort here," he said, his voice soft with gratitude.

Their smile was bittersweet, a reflection of the strength they had summoned in his absence. "We've had our moments, but knowing you were out there doing what you do best... it made it a little easier."

Ghost pressed a kiss to their forehead, his heart swelling with admiration. "I couldn't have done it without you waiting for me here."

Their significant other pulled him closer, their lips finding his in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, of reconnection, and of promises made without words. When they finally pulled away, their eyes held a mixture of tenderness and playfulness.

"So, how about a proper welcome home celebration?" they suggested, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

Ghost raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his gaze. "And what does that entail?"

Their grin widened, and they took his hand, leading him toward the living room. "Well, first, you have to meet the newest member of our family."

As they stepped into the living room, Ghost's eyes fell on a tiny crib, nestled in a corner. A rush of emotions overtook him as he gazed at the slumbering bundle within. It was as if time stood still as he approached, his fingers gentle as he brushed against the soft fabric.

"Our daughter," his significant other said softly, their voice filled with awe and love.

Ghost's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions. He had known they were expecting, but seeing their child for the first time, his own flesh and blood, filled him with a sense of wonder that words couldn't capture. He turned to them, his eyes misty.

"I... I don't know what to say," he admitted, his voice catching in his throat.

They took his hand, their fingers intertwining. "You don't have to say anything. You're here now, and that's what matters."

As Ghost gazed at his significant other and their daughter, a profound sense of gratitude washed over him. He had returned from the darkness of war to a home filled with light, love, and the promise of a future he had fought to protect.

Days turned into weeks, and Ghost settled into the rhythm of domestic life. The challenges of the battlefield had taught him to appreciate the small moments, the quiet joys that could easily be overlooked. He spent his days alternating between helping with diaper changes and marveling at the miracle of parenthood.

Late one evening, as the house was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, Ghost found himself rocking their daughter to sleep. She nestled against his chest, her tiny fingers curling around his own. He watched her peaceful expression, his heart aching with a love that was both fierce and gentle.

Their significant other entered the room, their steps soft as they approached. They leaned against the doorway, their eyes filled with tenderness as they watched Ghost with their child.

"She's lucky to have you," they said, their voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost looked up, his gaze meeting theirs. "And I'm lucky to have both of you."

Their smile was radiant, a reflection of the happiness that had taken root in their lives. "You know, you're a natural at this."

Ghost chuckled softly, his movements gentle as he continued to rock their daughter. "I guess some things are worth fighting for."

As the night wore on, Ghost lay in bed beside his significant other, their daughter asleep in the crib nearby. Their fingers were intertwined, their bodies curled together in a quiet intimacy that felt like a sanctuary from the world. The scars of war were still present, both physical and emotional, but in that moment, they were overshadowed by the warmth of love and the promise of a future built on shared dreams.

"Promise me something," Ghost said softly, his voice a whisper in the darkness.

Their significant other shifted, their gaze curious. "Anything."

He turned to them, his eyes earnest. "Promise me that no matter what comes next, we'll face it together. As a family."

Their smile was soft, their fingers tracing delicate patterns on his hand. "I promise."

In the embrace of that promise, Ghost found a sense of peace he had thought was lost forever. The scars of the past would always be a part of him, but they no longer defined him. He was more than a soldier; he was a partner, a parent, and a beacon of hope in a world that often seemed dark and uncertain.

As he drifted into sleep, his significant other by his side and their daughter's gentle breaths filling the room, Ghost knew that he had finally found his way home. The battles he had fought, the sacrifices he had made—they had all led him to this moment of belonging, of love, and of a future that held infinite possibilities.

#sailorsolar12 #fanfiction #imagines #imagine #simon riley imagines #mwii imagines #cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghost imagines #ghost #simon riley #simon riley imagine #ghost imagine #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley imagines #simon ghost riley imagine

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The group meeting Phoenix’s twin sister and she’s a chef or maybe a professional sister. Immediately Hangman is like 😍 and Phoenix is like 🔪🔪

Oh my god! Why did I totally laugh at this for a solid ten minutes straight? Hehe okay let's do this...be warned reader insert is not my specialty. I will try my best.

Title: Don't Leave me Hangin'

Rating: T+

Pairing: Hangman x TraceReader, Phoenix x TraceReader (SIbling)

Words: 791

Summary: As the twin sister of Lt. Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, you gravitated towards the kitchen instead of the sky like Nat. When Nat gets called back to Top Gun, you are opening your second restaurant in Fightertown U.S.A. However, once you meet the pilots your sister will be training with, can you resist the urge to be left hanging by a certain Lt. Jake Seresin?

A/N: Also, sorry for the late post. Work is crazy and hellish right now. I also might make a part 2.

You had fallen in love with cooking at a young age. While your sister - Natasha - fantasized about flying planes and fighter jets, you were in the kitchen with your grandmother and mother learning the ins and outs of cooking. Now here you were years later, your sister was a Top Gun Graduate, and you had just opened your second restaurant in Miramar, CA aka Fightertown, U.S.A. while your first one was in the heart of Los Angeles.

You had gotten wind of your sister being called back to Top Gun for some kind of mission. You didn't know what kind, but you knew you were going to make sure to have her and all the other pilots come to your restaurant for a celebration. You hadn't told Natasha you were opening a second restaurant, so surprising her sister on her first night in town at the popular Navy bar The Hard Deck was the perfect surprise that would bring about chaos and shenanigans. Smiling, you got out of your simple car and looked at the bar with determination. However, the voice from the truck next to you made you blink as you realized that this man knew your sister.

"Phoenix? I haven't seen you with your hair down in a long time," the man said. He had aviators on with an open Hawaiian shirt.

A smirk that was exactly like one your sister would give graced your lips as you accepted the hug the man offered. "I needed the change even if for one night, Rooster." You had recognized the man from photos your sister had sent you and hoped that he wouldn't realize that you were not Natasha. She walked in with Rooster and watched as the pilot blinked seeing your identical twin sister who was dressed in her uniform. Your smirk turned into a full blown grin as Nat hugged Rooster before going wide eyed while seeing you. "Natasha," you greeted lghtly.

"(Y/N)! What? When did you get here?!" Natasha exclaimed completely forgetting her friends and fellow pilots who looked on in utter confusion at seeing two Natashas. The pilot was excited to see her sister but also knew that Hangman would flirt so much with her.

"I have friends in high places so to speak, so i knew you were gonna be here. It did work out though because I officially have my grand opening tomorrow," you answered simply making Natasha go wide eyed in shock.

"Hold on what is going on here?" Rooster asked, completely baffled at the sight before him. He glanced at Hangman who wouldn't look away from Phoenix's supposed twin sister.

"Guys, this is my twin sister, (Y/N) Trace. (Y/N), these are Rooster, Fritz, Coyote, Bob, Halo, Omaha, Harvard, Yale, Fanboy, Payback, and Bagman," Natasha introduced the pilots that had been called back to Top Gun.

"Hangman," Hangman corrected Phoenix with a slightly flirtatious smirk towards (Y/N). He lightly took the hand that she held out to him for him to shake and gave a playful wink as he shook it. The pilot took it as a win when he saw (Y/N) blush faintly and try to hide her flushed cheeks from him. Jake backed up slightly holding his now free hand up in surrender as Phoenix glared and seemed to become an overprotective mama bear with her sister. "But you can call me Jake, beautiful," he said to (Y/N) dodging the whack from the pool stick that seemed to appear magically in Natasha's hands.

(Y/N). bit her lip lightly trying not to be flushed and amused at the situation that was unfolding before you. Natasha had always been very overprotective as they grew up. Now though, (Y/N) did find Hangman quite attractive and didn't want to tell her sister that you weren't as innocent as Natasha thought you were. "Nat, it's okay. Really. He's a flirt and knows he can get into most girls' pants," (Y/N) said with an equally sarcastic smirk at the blonde pilot.

The night continued on with (Y/N) having fun with your sister and her coworkers. Throughout the night, you couldn't stop stealing glances at Hangman - or Jake as you decided to call him - without your sister looking. When Rooster unplugged the Jukebox and began playing piano with almost all the pilots by him, you elected to stay behind and actually challenge Jake to a game of pool...which you ended up winning. By the end of the night, (Y/N) left The Hard Deck with Jake's number in her phone, a date planned for three days later, and the picture of Natasha beating Jake again with a pool stick for trying to "steal her sister away."

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Beach Days Part 2 - Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x FemMitchellOC

Here is Part 2 of Beach Days. I am not sure how many parts this is going to be, but I know based on how I write, I will make it at least three.

Part 1

Rating: T+

Words: 2.2k

Warning: Some agnst, fluff, screaming, tears, overprotective fathers, little bit of an age gap (11 years).

Summary: As the daughter of Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin, Lily - nicknamed Sunshine by the pilots of Top Gun- had grown up with Bradley Bradshaw. She had admired him when she was a child, but now she didn’t know if she hated him or loved him after blaming her for what her father did when he pulled Bradley’s papers. A day at the beach changes the perspective of a lot of people while Lily’s father tries to train the pilots called back to Top Gun to be a team.

Lily held onto her father’s waist as he drove her back to her small little home she owned in Miramar. It was quaint and very her and was full of memories of the past that she constantly tried to cling onto. She slowly got off of her father’s bike as he parked and frowned to herself thinking about Bradley. She knew full well she was going to have an interrogation session from her father about what had happened between them as her father hadn’t seen Bradley since he pulled Bradley’s Academy papers. The brunette turned to walk into her house and closed her eyes as she heard her father clear his throat.

“What was that between the two of you, Lily? What happened between you two? Have you run into him before?” Pete asked, making sure to keep his tone even as he knew that if he asked in the wrong way Lily would have a breakdown for sure if earlier was any evidence of things.

Lily looked at her father as her eyes were still slightly red from her unshed tears. “He blames me for what you did. He blames me for you pulling his papers. He thinks I asked you to do it to make him stay with me. I…I never knew you pulled his papers. I tried to tell him that I would never…but he never believed me,” she said in a soft whisper pulling out her house keys. She bit her lip looking down at her feet. “Look I don’t want there to be any more tension between you two than there already is now. Please don’t do anything rash, Dad,” she pleaded softly.

Pete could see how torn up about this she was and knew that if he let his anger get the best of him he could make things a lot worse. “Alright,” he said as he got off the bike and pulled Lily into a hug. “I won’t do anything rash,” he murmured softly and kissed his daughter’s forehead with a light smile before he got on his bike to go back to his place to get the money he owed Penny and get ready for the next day…his first day of teaching.

-A few days later-

Sunshine sat in front of her mother going over the expense report for the bar early that afternoon humming softly to herself as she had her headphones in her ears trying to focus on her paperwork. She narrowed her eyes seeing movement out of the corner of her eyes and turned her head to see her father playing Dog fight football with the twelve pilots and Hondo as the referee. Her green eyes went from the sweaty pilots to her mother who was staring at her father. Lily suddenly gagged as she realized the kind of look her mother was giving her father. Her parents had an on again off again thing that always ended with one of them leaving the other. She, quite frankly, was getting sick of it. “Mom. I swear to all that is holy, please do not tell me you are making googly eyes at Dad,” Sunshine begged playfully, teasing her mother who immediately turned bright red. When her mother turned red and looked away from where everyone was playing, Sunshine looked over at everyone again. Her eyes quickly found Bradley as he was playing the game. Heat flooded her cheeks as she let her eyes slowly roam his figure before Sunshine turned away to focus on the paperwork again ignoring her mother’s knowing smirk and the look that Bradley gave her because he had felt her stare from all the way across the beach. Sunshine pointed a finger at her mother knowingly. “Don’t give me that look. You’re no better than I am cause you have been eye fucking Dad every time you see him. Right now is the perfect example.”

Penny’s jaw dropped as she blinked in shock at what her daughter said. Lily wasn’t wrong though. Penny was still undoubtedly attracted to Pete…maybe even possibly in love with him. However, she didn’t know if he would leave again after he was done here at Top Gun. Penny glanced over at the large group again and saw Pete separate from the group and go to the chair he had set up for himself. She gave a smile as she lifted a hand to wave at him watching as he put one of his probably many muscle shirts on. Penny blushed again as she looked away seeing the look Lily was giving her. She was definitely a goner if he was going to keep acting the way he was acting.

Lily smirked as she stood and went inside the bar to get water and sodas for everyone ringing them out under her tab as she knew they would be undeniably thirsty from playing in the hot sun for hours. She put multiple waters and an array of soda cans into a cooler with some ice and walked out of the bar slowly walking over to the pilots smiling softly. “I got water and sodas for y'all. Alcohol is gonna cost you, and you will have to go inside to buy it. Sadly we don’t open until 4:30,” Sunshine chuckled at the pouts of many of the pilots. “Hydrate,” she said sternly as she started passing out the drinks to everyone. She didn’t look at Bradley as he came over to get two water bottles from her. Her green eyes looked up to his face as he cleared his throat after downing the water easily. “Did you need something else?” she whispered lightly.

Bradley looked at Lily and swallowed thickly as he looked down for a long moment as the conversation Maverick and he had had…if it could be considered a conversation.

-Flashback; Two days prior-

Bradley was walking out to his jet that he would be using during the duration of the training that Maverick would be giving them. He frowned to himself, lost in thought about a lot of things not realizing Maverick was calling him.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw!” Pete called out as he walked up to Rooster swallowing thickly the promise he had made Lily ringing in his mind. “Don’t blame her,” he said as Bradley turned to face him.

Bradley frowned, furrowing his brow for a moment as he watched Maverick. “Blame who?” he asked.

“Don’t blame Lily for the things I did,” Maverick said in a slightly stronger tone but not loud enough to cause more attention as he knew some of the other pilots were looking at the pair. “She had no idea about any of it.”

Bradley stared at Maverick for a long moment as the older pilot continued talking. Guilt, anger, and sadness ate at him internally as he slowly began to realize what he had done to Lily. He had blocked out almost everything that Maverick had said, mainly focusing on what he had initially said about Lily. “Am I dismissed, sir?” he asked lowly wanting to get away from Maverick.

-End Flashback-

Bradley looked back up at Lily and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he blurted out. He swallowed thickly and watched the brunette go wide eyed looking at him. “I am so sorry for everything. I…I was just so angry about what he did to me because his actions set me back years. I tried not to take that anger out on you, but it ended up happening. I never wanted to lose your friendship because you were there for me after my mom died. I really am sorry,” he gushed, pouring out all the guilt and sadness he felt towards her for his actions. His green eyes tried to convey how badly he wanted to reconcile with her. The pilot gazed at Lily and subconsciously let his eyes wander over her body. She was short compared to his six foot frame standing at least a head and a half shorter than he was. Lily had lost all of her baby fat that she had had when he had left to go to the academy and even after he had reunited with her briefly 9 years prior. Rooster swallowed thickly as his throat tightened suddenly. When did she become so beautiful? His green eyes widened as he realized what his thought process had turned into.

Sunshine looked up at Bradley seeing his gaze linger on her in a way that she hadn’t been looked at like in a very long time. Heat slowly rose up her neck and her cheeks as she shyly looked away from him while processing what he had just told her. She felt her vision go slightly blurry as tears began to cloud her vision. She bit her lip lightly and murmured, “Why did it take you so long to realize this? What changed Bradley? I cried myself to sleep at night for years trying to figure out what I did to make you feel that I hurt you or betrayed you or made you angry.” Lily sniffed as she roughly wiped away her tears, biting her lip hard enough to bruise her lower lip.

Bradley reached out and wiped away the stray tears that slipped past her fingers. He furrowed his brow as his chest tightened at the sight of seeing her like this. He had never realized it before, but he always felt the need to protect her. At first, he had seen her as a younger sister when they both were younger, but now…now he was seeing her as a woman not a sister. He swallowed thickly, realizing how hot it was. Maybe the heat from the sun was screwing with his mind. Maybe he was finally losing his mind as his fingers lingered on her flushed cheeks. He swallowed thickly and pulled away from Lily as he heard Phoenix call his name. “I…uh I should get back to the game,” he murmured lightly.

Lily nodded at him slowly as she bit her lip again watching him grab a soda and walk backwards towards where the rest of the pilots were starting another game. The brunette bartender let her eyes trail over his body, feeling her cheeks heat up again as she realized how attractive he had become from the years of training and exercising with the Navy. She grabbed the near empty cooler and turned walking away from the group seeing both her father and her mother looking at her with identical eyebrow raised looks. Her cheeks turned as red as the cooler as she ducked her head ruching into the bar to put away the excess sodas and clean the cooler trying to keep busy to not think about what just happened between her and Bradley. The 27 year old looked up as someone came into the bar, and she turned to see her mother with the same look still on her face. “Don’t give me that look,” she scolded her mother. Sunshine bit her slightly bruised lip as she began setting up for the night and swallowed thickly hearing her mother speak.

“I don’t know what happened between you and Bradley in the past, but whatever that was, it seemed like someone still has a crush on him. Or is it more than a crush, Lils?” Penny asked knowingly. She knew her daughter. She had seen her daughter in a few relationships, but those relationships always crashed and burned when Lily’s significant other would betray her in some way, shape, or form. She could see the sexal tension between Lily and Bradley and saw the protective look Pete had been giving Bradley when he saw what was happening. “You should set aside time to actually talk to him, Lily. Just to see where the two of you stand,” Penny suggested to her daughter. Yes, Lily was a grown adult, but Lily had been deeply hurt and scarred by how Bradley had treated her. Penny just wanted to make sure her daughter could overcome whatever had happened in the past and grow stronger from it.

Lily’s green eyes watched her mother for a long moment before she checked the time on her smart watch. There was half an hour before opening, and Lily was sure Bradley would agree. However, it was simply a hope he would agree. The brunette bartender bit her lip and looked at her mom nodding slowly. Upon the silent agreement, Lily walked out of the bar and onto the attached deck to see the pilots finishing up playing the game they had started not long ago. Her green eyes met the green ones Bradley had hoping to convey the message she was trying to show and silently tell him she wanted to talk. A faint smile graced her lips as Bradley looked at her confused for a moment before it dawned on him. Lily licked her lips as she watched Bradley excuse himself from the others and grab his shirt and his keys before jogging over to her. “Can we talk…somewhere private?” she asked lightly as he came up to her slightly out of breath from how much he was playing.

Bradley gazed at Lily and nodded. “I have my truck if that’s okay. Where are we going?”

“My place. It’s away from prying eyes,” she answered, motioning to her father and the others. She followed after Bradley to his Bronco and gave him directions to her small home. She hoped this talk would go well.

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Never Good Enough - Maverick x DaughterOC (platonic)

Here is another Top Gun fic. Hope you guys like this one.

Rating: T+

Words: 3.7k (kind of went overboard on this)

Warnings: slight Angst, yelling, swearing, low Self Esteem.

Summary: Pete Mitchell’s daughter never felt good enough for her father as she never wanted to go into the military or go to college for anything other than art. As a result, Jessica Mitchell hasn’t spoken to her father in 15 years. Now that he has been called back to Top Gun, can he mend their broken relationship?

All her life, Jessica Mitchell had felt as though she was completely useless in the grand scheme of things. Her father was a very good Naval Aviator and considered the best of the best after serving 30 plus years in the Navy. Jessica, on the other hand, was the complete opposite of her father. While her father had wanted her to join the military or pursue what would be considered a stable career, Jessica preferred being involved with the arts. She loved painting, drawing, anything she could get her hands on that would be considered artsy. All throughout her high school career she had been the one to make all of the school costumes by hand for every school production and even designed all of the sets for the drama club to make. When she first told her dad what she was doing for the drama club, he thought it was simply a pass time she had picked up to do as an extracurricular. She could tell her father wasn’t going to take her seriously with what she felt like was her calling. As she continued high school, she got a few commissions for paintings and drawings to do from some teachers and classmates, but her biggest accomplishment was when she had been picked to be the main showcase for her Senior project. She had told her father and close family friends about it excitedly because she had done a whole collection of different fighter jets throughout history as well as using some of the call signs of people she knew - with their permission of course.

-Flashback-

17 year old Jessica Mitchell stood dressed nicely by her large collections of paintings she had done for the school showcase. It was a good way to get art colleges to notice potential students as well as to start building a clientele as they were allowed to sell the work they did. She had been tasked with only making at least six pieces in six weeks but had gone slightly overboard and made 15 pieces in the allotted time. She had told her father and a few of her family friends about the showcase while sending a picture of one of her pieces to hopefully entice them to cme. The beauty about this showcase was the students kept 95% of the money from the sell as the school’s art department made most of its money from admissions and the snacks it had for sale on the patio.

Her brown hair was curled and half pinned up in the back as she eagerly awaited people to show up. For the first hour, she gave steady smiles to many parents and even sold a couple of her paintings with the older models of fighter jets to Vets who had come as the school had posted about her collection on social media. Her green eyes brightened as she saw her uncle and aunt Tom and Sarah Kazansky. She quickly hugged them and showed them some of her paintings. As she showed them around, she hadn’t noticed someone else come in whom she had also invited. A yelp left her mouth as she was suddenly picked up and brought into a tight hug. Her green eyes went wide as she saw her honorary brother, Bradley Bradshaw, hugging her tightly. Jessica gave a squeal of happiness and hugged him tightly, shocked that he was there. She had extended the invite as a courtesy not realizing he had moved heaven and hell to make sure to be there. Her green eyes were dancing with excitement as she showed the three adults to her two biggest paintings. One showed an F-18 shooting straight up. The painting was on a 36 inch by 48 inch canvas and showcased the sunrise in the background. The detail of the plane made the painting look more like a photo than a painting. The pilot could also be seen in the cockpit showing the slightly contorted look on his face from the force of the Gs he was feeling. Jessica watched as Bradley went wide eyed seeing how the helmet of the pilot was painted causing her to giggle as her honorary brother realized she had painted him in the cockpit of the plane. The second painting that was right next to it was also on a 36 inch by 48 inch canvas. The plane painted on this canvas was an F-14 that was in the opposite direction of Bradley’s F-18. There were two people in this plane, and Jessica could see both her uncle and brother choke up realizing just who was in the plane. Her father hadn’t shown any interest in coming tonight and never told her if she could use his call sign or not in her paintings. She had to improvise as a result of no answer. Bradley had told her she could use his old man’s sign, and her uncle Tom had also told her she could use his sign. As a result, she had painted both her uncle and Bradley's father in the F-14 together. A smile graced Jessica’s lips as Bradley hugged her again seeing his father looking happy. “I wanted to somehow honor the most important men in my life, and I thought what better way than a set of paintings showing the past and the present,” Jessica said simply.

Tom Kazansky - call sign Iceman - smiled proudly at his niece. He knew that Pete Mitchell - call sign Maverick - and one of his good friends did not really support his daughter in her venture to try and be an artist, but Tom didn’t understand why because Jessica was an amazing artist. Her showcase was the perfect way to tell people just how good she was. Tom glanced at his wife, Sarah, and nodded as she snuck off to go buy the painting that showed him and Goose while Bradley gushed to Jessica how amazing all of her pieces were. He had already been planning to buy a few pieces that she had done to hang up at Top Gun, but this one was the one he had wanted to hang up in his personal office. He would happily support Jessica in anything and everything she did with her art as she had a real future in it.

-End Flashback-

Jessica had made quite a large amount of money that night as she was the only student to sell all of her pieces. Many veterans and even some active duty personnel had bought her paintings as they reminded her of the good times and the bad times that the soldiers had gone through in their life. That was the night her father had given her an ultimatum. That was the night that she had cut off all ties with her father. She had moved out of the house right after he had left for the mission he was sent on and moved in with her aunt and uncle until she had enough money to go to art college to get her degree.

Now, Jessica was 32 years old and had quite the portfolio built up. She had done a lot of commissions over the years for a wide variety of people - from celebrities to high ranking military officials to political figures. She had made a good amount of money and could be living anywhere in the world right now, but she chose to make her permanent residence in Miramar, California aka Fightertown, U.S.A. She had moved back at 29 when she had been commissioned by not only the Mayor of San Diego, but also commissioned by the Admiral of the Marine base nearby to do two large murals. The San Diego Mural was in the heart of Downtown and showcased hundreds of different species of sea life with divers mixed in. She had named the mural “Friends Among Us” and made a very pretty penny off of it. The mural for the Marine base was spread out between seven different walls and was the largest mural she had ever done. Each wall had a set of years since the school had been started showcasing members of the school who had fallen from each year. She was especially happy to add Goose to the mural, sending the picture to her honorary brother she had kept in touch with over the years. When she had finished these murals, Jessica had connected with one of her father’s old flames, Penny Benjamin, and decided to still do commissions while working at the bar that Penny had bought. Jessica happily took up Penny’s offer to decorate and paint the inside of the bar after the older woman had remanded the bar The Hard Deck.

Jessica loved working at the bar and seeing the numerous locals and Top Gun students that passed through. Time seemed to fly by for Jessica as now here she was 3 years later and working at the bar still. The brunette had decided to take a small break from taking commissions as she had enough money to live comfortably for a while as she did still have the steady income from the bar. The 32 year old artist was currently manning the bar as she had insisted Penny have a night off to spend with her daughter Amelia. The night had been relatively easy so far as there were only a few locals and very few pilots. Her world froze, however, as she turned when someone called her name and Jessica saw her father…whom she hadn’t spoken to in 15 years. Jessica swallowed thickly as she finished wiping out the last of the shot glasses she had been cleaning as her father, Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell sat at the bar in slight shock seeing his daughter all grown up. “What can I get you?” she asked lightly.

Pete gazed at Jessica in complete shock for a moment before registering what she had said. “Just a beer,” he said lightly. He wasn’t sure how to act around his daughter. He hadn’t spoken to her in 15 years and felt incredibly guilty for what he had said all those years ago after her Senior showcase. He couldn’t stop staring at her as she handed him his beer while he flashed back to the night everything fell apart.

-Flashback-

Pete Mitchell looked at the paperwork he had started filling out for his daughter. He didn’t like how she didn’t show any kind of interest in the military. He wanted her to have a stable career and knew that if she pursued her art she would only be disappointed. He looked up as his daughter came home from the senior showcase that had been put on by her high school and cleared his throat just before she could go up the stairs for the night. His green eyes were hard as they stared into his daughter’s. “We need to talk. You need to listen to what I have to say.”

Jessica frowned at the look she saw in her father’s eyes and swallowed thickly as she slowly sat down in front of her father. She saw the paperwork in front of her father and frowned almost immediately. She could see the paperwork was for colleges that didn’t have the program she wanted as well as paperwork for the Naval Academy. “Not this again, Dad,” she stated simply and flinched slightly as her father got angry.

“You have these colleges as your choices or the Naval Academy. Doing Art is not going to be stable enough for you to be comfortable in life. It would be best to have it as a side project, Jessica,” he said with a very obvious bite to his voice. He was tired of her having the fantasy that her art would get her somewhere in life. He saw Jess flinch slightly as she looked away from him. “I mean it, Jessica. You need to choose one of these colleges.”

“And if I don’t?” Jessica whispered lightly.

“Damn it, Jess! I am trying to make sure you can succeed in life! Either you go to one of these colleges, or you are no longer welcomed here! I have entertained this pastime of yours long enough. Being an artist will not get you where you want to be in life!” Pete yelled, slamming his fist on the dinner table as he let his anger get the best of him. He frowned seeing his daughter’s eyes tear up.

Jessica bit the inside of her cheek as she stared at her father wide eyed. She suddenly realized she would never be good enough for her father. She would never be able to make him proud. She would never be able to follow in his footsteps like Bradley had done for his father. Her lower lip trembled lightly as she bolted from the table and up the stairs packing her large duffle bag and grabbing a few items she needed. She didn’t know how much time had passed as she packed, but she ignored her father calling her name. Jessica ran down the steps as quickly as she possibly could with her school things and a duffle full of personal items. A glare set on her face seeing her father trying to block the front door. “I don’t want to join the military! I don’t want to go into engineering or mechanics! I want to do art! I am happy doing art! I see now that I will never be good enough for you. I don’t know what I did that was so wrong, but you will never see me as a good daughter! Uncle Tom and Aunt Sarah and Bradley all support me! Why can’t you?! I HATE YOU!” she cried out loudly as tears streamed down her cheeks while she pushed her father out of the way and ran out of the house vaguely hearing the front door slam shut behind her.

-End Flashback-

Pete felt his heart break that night for the first time in a very long time. He hadn’t had the courage over the years to reach out to apologize, but he did keep tabs on her over the years. He saw that she had in fact made a very good life for herself. He had heard rumors she had done a very large commission for the Marine Base nearby as well as the city of San Diego, but he hadn’t gone to see the murals yet. The Naval pilot swallowed thickly as he held onto the beer glass his daughter had given her to hide how badly his hands were shaking. “Jess…” he started but was quickly interrupted by his daughter.

“I have customers to serve. Could you make it quick please?” Jessica whispered lightly.

Pete gazed at her and took a deep breath. “You look really good,” he murmured to her genuinely meaning what he said. “I mean it, Jess. I know I made a lot of mistakes with how I tried to force you to do certain things with your life.” He frowned as Jessica looked on the verge of tears. “Jess, I’m sorry,” Pete whispered softly.

Jessica swallowed the scoff she was about to let loose back hearing her father apologize after 15 years. She could hear the genuine emotion behind his words, but everything still hurt. “15 years. It took you 15 years to say those words to me.” The brunette bartender closed her eyes for a moment to get control of her emotions. “Right now isn’t a good time, Dad. We’ll talk in a couple of days okay,” she said before smirking seeing his phone on the bar and shook her head. Jessica loudly rang the bell as everyone cheered. Her green eyes danced with mischief as she pointed to the sign that Penny had introduced when she bought the bar that said ‘Disrespect a Lady, the Navy, or have your phone on my bar, buy a round for everyone.’ “Penny’s rules,” Jessica said with a light giggle as she went about serving customers. Her green eyes looked up as one of the pilots that had walked in earlier came over with a $10 bill. She raised an eyebrow as he handed it to her asking for two more beers on the old man’s tab. Jess took the money and got him two more beers while reading his name tag. “Seresin? What do they call you?” she quipped.

“Hangman, Sweetheart,” Jake Seresin flirted in response to her question.

“Hangman? Is that because you leave people out to dry?” she quipped back with sarcasm and sass. She went wide eyed as she heard the familiar voice of her brother in everything but blood.

“Hangman. You look…good. Now quit flirting with my sister,” Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw said as he walked into The Hard Deck. He came up beside Jessica behind the bar to give her a big hug while giving a light glare at Hangman.

“Seriously? This is how Phoenix and I find out you’re back stateside?” Jessica snapped, slapping Bradley’s arm with her towel. She rolled her eyes at the pilot and continued serving the customers of the bar for the rest of the night. Even having three of the pilots toss her dad out cause he couldn’t pay his tab from how high it was. Jessica smiled hearing Brad play “Great Balls of Fire” but quickly noticed the pained look on her father’s face as he listened, realizing he was flashing back to Goose playing that song. The brunette bit her lip lightly with a light sigh. Maybe she could reconcile with her father after all these years.

-A few days later-

Jessica stood wearing all black under the heat of the Miramar sunlight. She had a black palette on her thumb with many different colors. The 32 year old was doing everything in her power not to cry as she painted the scene of the funeral with a F-14 in the sky with her uncle’s call sign on it. She had known the cancer was back, but she hadn’t expected to pass like this. Her uncle was more like a father to her over the last 15 years than her own father had been. She glanced up from the canvas she was using to paint the scene and saw her father saluting her uncle’s casket with tears streaming down his own face. Jessica closed her green eyes as tears finally slid down her own cheeks as the pain of losing another family member finally got to her. She set down her brush and palette on the small stool she had in case she wanted to sit down and met her father’s eyes when he turned to face her. The talk she had said they would have was long overdue even if their emotions were at an all time high right now with Tom’s death. She felt another set of eyes on her and looked over at Bradley who looked about ready to crack as well. Tom “Iceman” Kazansky had been there for both of them. He had believed in the both of them…in what they wanted to do with their lives…and now he was gone.

Almost two hours later, Jessica was finishing the last little details of the painting her Aunt Sarah had asked her to do for the family as one last memento of her uncle. The brunette wiped the sweat off of her face and turned to see her father waiting there for her.

“Jess-” Pete started softly but was quickly stopped by his daughter.

“You…you can’t just say sorry. You can’t just expect that one little word is going to change everything…to make everything better. You can’t just waltz into my life after 15 years, say you're sorry, and expect us to be okay! I waited 15 years to hear you say that! I waited even longer for you to support my passion! My dreams! I am not a little girl any more seeking approval from her father who doesn’t even care about what she wants in life!! He was more of a father to me than you EVER WERE!” she exclaimed loudly pointing at her uncle’s coffin that had her father’s golden aviation wings on them. She panted heavily trying to get her emotions under control but failed miserably as her knees buckled and her father caught her in his arms holding her for the first time in 15 years.

Pete rushed forward catching his daughter in his arms as she almost fell to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried and sobbed and broke down. One hand gently cradled her head as she almost immediately nuzzled into his dress uniform to let out every emotion she was feeling in that moment. Tears began streaming down his own cheeks again hearing how broken his daughter sounded. He hated how much she was crying and wanted to do everything in his power to reconcile for everything he had done to her. “I am so sorry, Jess. I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t good enough. I am sorry I wasn’t the best father. I am sorry I didn’t support your dreams and passions. I want to do better. Please,” he begged softly as he held her close. He pulled away slightly looking down at the beautiful woman whom his daughter had become. Pete lightly wiped away her tears and leaned forward gently kissing her forehead like he used to do when she was a little girl. “I love you so much, Jessica. You are the one thing I am the most proud of in my life,” he whispered lightly with a soft smile.

Jessica looked at her dad with a small yet watery smile. She knew there would be a lot of work that they would have to do to get to the point where they trusted each other again, but he was her father. Even over the 15 years that they didn’t speak, Jessica never stopped loving him. “I love you too, Dad,” she whispered back before hugging him again. She was going to make sure that she and her dad would be on better terms before he left California again for god knows how long.

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sailorsolar12 · 8 months

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Homecoming (Soap Version)

Character: John "Soap" MacTavish

Pairing: Soap x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

John MacTavish had spent the last six months in a war-torn country, facing danger at every turn, and enduring the harshest of conditions. He was a battle-hardened soldier, a skilled operative in the international Special Forces. But now, after what felt like an eternity, he was finally returning home.

As the plane touched down on familiar soil, John's heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. He hadn't seen his significant other in half a year, and he couldn't wait to wrap them in his arms. He disembarked from the aircraft and made his way through the bustling airport, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. The airport was filled with families reuniting, loved ones hugging and laughing, tears of joy streaming down cheeks. John's heart swelled as he watched these scenes unfold, knowing that his own reunion was just moments away.

He stepped out of the airport into the warm embrace of the afternoon sun. His significant other had insisted on picking him up, and they had promised to be there when he arrived. John scanned the crowd, his heart pounding harder with every passing second. And then, a familiar figure caught his eye. Their hair was dyed a vibrant shade of blue, and they wore a t-shirt with a slogan that made John chuckle despite himself. It read, "I survived six months without you – toughest mission ever!"

John couldn't help but break into a grin as they saw each other. He quickened his pace, the duffel bag forgotten as he closed the distance between them. And then, finally, they were in each other's arms. The embrace was tight, full of a longing that words could never express. John buried his face in their hair, inhaling deeply and committing their scent to memory. They held onto each other as if they were afraid to let go, as if the world might steal this moment away from them.

"I can't believe you're finally home," they whispered into his ear, their voice filled with emotion.

"I missed you so damn much," John replied, his voice rough with a mix of relief and overwhelming love.

They pulled back slightly, their eyes locking onto his. "Well, prepare yourself, because I've got a whole list of things planned for us now that you're back."

John raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh really? Do I even want to know what's on that list?"

They laughed, a sound that was like music to John's ears. "Trust me, you're going to love it."

Together, they walked towards the car that was parked nearby. John's significant other took his hand in theirs, their fingers intertwining naturally, as if they were made to fit together. The drive home was filled with easy conversation, catching up on all the little things that had happened during John's absence. They talked about their friends, their work, the latest movies they had seen, and the new restaurant that had opened in town.

When they finally arrived home, John couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. The familiar surroundings, the comforting scent of their shared space – it was all so reassuring after the chaos of the battlefield. As he stepped inside, he looked around, taking in the little changes they had made to the decor, the way their personal touches had made the place feel even more like home.

"So, what's first on the list?" John asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

His significant other grinned mischievously. "Well, first we're going to get you cleaned up. Then, we're going to have a movie night – your choice of film, of course. And after that, I've got a surprise dinner planned."

John raised an eyebrow. "A surprise dinner, huh? Should I be worried?"

They chuckled. "Don't worry, it's nothing too fancy. Just something I've been wanting to cook for you."

As John took a long, hot shower, he couldn't help but reflect on how lucky he was to have someone like them in his life. They had been his rock throughout his deployment, sending him care packages, staying up late to video call despite the time zone difference, and writing him letters that he cherished more than anything. Their unwavering support had kept him going during the toughest of times, and now that he was home, he was determined to make every moment count.

When he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in comfortable lounge pants and a soft t-shirt, he found the living room transformed into a cozy haven. Blankets and pillows were strewn across the couch, and a selection of movies was laid out on the coffee table. His significant other was already nestled on the couch, their eyes lighting up when they saw him.

"Welcome to movie night," they said, patting the spot next to them.

John settled in beside them, the warmth of their presence seeping into his bones. They took turns picking movies, laughing and joking as they debated which one to watch. As the opening scenes of the chosen film played on the screen, John couldn't help but steal glances at his significant other. Their laughter, their expressions – all of it was a reminder of the life he had fought so hard to return to.

After the movie, they moved into the kitchen together, working side by side as they prepared dinner. John watched them move with a sense of familiarity, a sense of comfort that only came from sharing a life with someone. They chatted and joked as they cooked, the tension and distance of the past six months melting away with every shared moment.

Finally, dinner was ready, and they sat down at the table, the food spread out before them. John took a bite of the dish they had prepared, and his eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, this is amazing."

They beamed with pride. "I'm glad you like it."

As they ate, they talked about their plans for the future. John shared his dreams of eventually leaving the battlefield behind, of finding a quieter life where he could be with them without the constant threat of danger. They listened, offering words of encouragement and support, their unwavering belief in him giving him the strength to pursue those dreams.

As the evening turned into night, John found himself feeling more at peace than he had in a long time. The weight of the past months seemed to lift off his shoulders, replaced by a sense of belonging and love. He looked at his significant other, really looked at them, and realized just how lucky he was to have them in his life.

As they curled up on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms, John whispered, "Thank you for waiting for me."

They looked up at him, their eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Always, John. You're home now, and that's all that matters."

And in that moment, as they held each other close, John knew that no matter what challenges the future might hold, as long as he had them by his side, he could face anything with courage and determination. The war had shaped him, but it was love that would heal him and guide him toward a future filled with hope and happiness.

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sailorsolar12 · 8 months

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Homecoming (Alejandro Version)

Character: Alejandro Vargas

Pairing: Alejandro x Reader (y/N is not used)

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: Please be nice. :)

Alejandro Vargas had spent the last eight months on a deployment that seemed like an eternity. From the arid deserts to the freezing mountains, he had faced it all, serving his country with unwavering dedication. He had fought alongside his comrades, forged unbreakable bonds, and witnessed the chaos of warfare up close. But through it all, he held on to a single image that kept him going: the warm embrace of his significant other eagerly waiting for him at home.

As the transport plane touched down on familiar soil, Alejandro felt a mix of emotions bubbling within him. Relief, exhaustion, excitement—they all blended into a symphony of sensations that tugged at his heart. The scent of the homeland filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but crack a small smile. The anticipation of reuniting with the one person who had been his rock throughout this ordeal was almost overwhelming.

His journey home wasn't long, yet every minute felt like an eternity. His mind raced with memories of the countless conversations they'd shared over choppy satellite connections and the letters that had kept their connection alive. Those letters—scribbled with ink and filled with sentiments of love and longing—had been his lifeline, a way to stay grounded in the midst of chaos.

Finally, the cab pulled up to their shared apartment building. As he stepped out of the vehicle, Alejandro's heart pounded like a drum. He glanced at the window of their apartment, a small light glowing from within. His hands trembled slightly as he inserted the key and turned the lock. The door swung open, revealing the haven he had missed so dearly.

"Hey, I'm home," he called out, his voice filled with a mix of exhaustion and eagerness.

The apartment was warmly lit, and there they were—the one who had stolen his heart, their significant other. With short, vibrant hair and a beaming smile, they rushed towards him, moving with an energy that could light up the entire room. Alejandro's heart soared as they leaped into his arms, wrapping themselves around him in a tight embrace.

"Welcome back, hero!" they exclaimed, their voice filled with genuine elation.

Alejandro held them as if he never wanted to let go. The smell of their hair, the feel of their warmth—it was all so real and surreal at the same time. He closed his eyes and simply breathed in, feeling a sense of completeness that he hadn't experienced in months.

"I missed you so much," he managed to whisper, his voice choked with emotion.

"I missed you too, more than words can say," they replied, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes. "But now you're here, safe and sound."

They stood there for a moment, just looking at each other, their eyes communicating volumes beyond what words could convey. Then, as if unable to contain their excitement any longer, they pulled him towards the living room.

"Sit, sit! I've got something special for you," they said, their voice a mix of mischief and anticipation.

Curious, Alejandro obliged and settled onto the couch. They disappeared into the kitchen briefly before returning with a plate of homemade cookies. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about the depth of their connection. These were the little things he had missed—the shared moments, the ordinary pleasures of life.

"Cookies?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow playfully.

"Hey, a hero deserves the sweetest welcome home," they retorted, winking at him.

As they sat there, munching on cookies and catching up on each other's lives, Alejandro felt a sense of ease wash over him. The weight of his experiences abroad was still there, but being with them made it all feel a bit lighter. They had a unique way of grounding him, of bringing him back to the present moment.

In the days that followed, Alejandro and his significant other fell into a rhythm that felt so familiar, yet so new. He reveled in the little things—the scent of their morning coffee, the way they hummed as they cooked dinner together, and the comfortable silence that they could share without any awkwardness. They spent hours talking about everything they had missed, and Alejandro found himself opening up about things he hadn't even shared with his closest comrades.

One evening, as they sat on the balcony watching the sunset, Alejandro found himself overcome by a surge of gratitude. He turned to them and took their hand in his.

"You know, coming back to you is the greatest gift I could have asked for," he confessed, his voice soft yet sincere.

They smiled and leaned their head against his shoulder. "And having you back here, safe and sound, is all I ever wanted. You're my hero, Alejandro."

As the weeks turned into months, Alejandro continued to adjust to civilian life. It wasn't always easy—there were moments when the memories of the battlefield would resurface, but his significant other was there to hold his hand and remind him of the strength he possessed. With their unwavering support, he started attending therapy sessions to process his experiences, slowly finding healing in their presence.

One day, as they walked hand in hand through a park, Alejandro turned to them with a thoughtful expression.

"You know, I've been thinking," he began, his gaze earnest. "I've been through so much, seen things that I can't even put into words. But through it all, you were my constant. You kept me grounded, reminding me of the goodness that still exists in the world."

They stopped walking and looked at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and affection.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he continued, his voice steady. "I want to wake up every day and know that you're by my side, facing whatever challenges come our way, just like we faced my deployment together."

Tears glistened in their eyes as they realized the weight of his words. Without saying a word, they pulled him into a tight hug, their embrace saying more than any words ever could.

And so, in that park, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the echoes of their journey, Alejandro Vargas knelt on one knee and asked the question that would seal their fate. "Will you marry me?"

Their joyful laughter filled the air as they nodded enthusiastically, tears of happiness streaming down their cheeks. Alejandro slipped the ring onto their finger, sealing their commitment to a future filled with love, resilience, and shared experiences.

From that day forward, their story continued—a tale of two souls who had faced the trials of war and the challenges of life, only to find their way back to each other's arms. With their love as a guiding light, Alejandro and their significant other faced each new day with renewed strength, knowing that as long as they were together, they could conquer anything that came their way.

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sailorsolar12 · 8 months

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Homecoming (Price Version)

Character: Captain John Price

Pairing: Price x GN Reader (Y/N is not used)

Words: 998

Warnings: none

John Price had spent the last six months in the midst of chaos, his life consumed by the demands of warfare. As a battle-hardened soldier, he had faced countless dangers, survived unthinkable situations, and witnessed the brutality of conflict. But now, the time had finally come for him to return home.

The plane ride back felt surreal. The roar of the engines and the turbulence beneath him seemed distant and unimportant, as his mind was fixated on the thought of being reunited with the one person who had kept him going through it all. As he gazed out of the window, he imagined the moment he would step off the plane and into the arms of his significant other.

Finally, the wheels of the plane touched down, and John's heart raced with anticipation. He collected his belongings and walked down the gangway, his steps quickening with each passing moment. As he entered the bustling terminal, he scanned the crowd, searching for the familiar face that had sustained him during his deployment.

And then, there they were – standing near the arrival gate, holding a sign that read "Welcome Home, John!" Tears welled up in John's eyes as he rushed forward, dropping his bags and pulling them into a tight embrace. The embrace was filled with all the longing, relief, and love that had built up over the months of separation.

"It's really you," John whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

They pulled back slightly to look at each other, their eyes locking in a gaze that communicated more than words ever could. In that moment, the war, the distance, and the pain all faded away, leaving only the present, where they were finally together again.

"I missed you so much," they said, their voice trembling.

"I missed you too," John replied, his voice a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.

As they stood there, holding each other, the bustling airport faded into the background. The noise of the crowd was replaced by the beating of their hearts, a rhythm that had somehow stayed connected despite the miles that had separated them.

Eventually, they pulled away, and John wiped away the tears that had escaped his eyes. "I can't believe I'm finally home," he said, a smile breaking through his exhaustion.

"Well, you better believe it," they said, their energy infectious. "Because we have a lot of catching up to do!"

They linked their arm through John's, leading him towards the exit. As they walked through the airport, they chatted animatedly about everything that had happened while John was away – the little moments, the triumphs, and even the mundane details that had become so important in their absence.

Outside, a cool breeze greeted them, and John took a deep breath, savoring the sensation of freedom. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. It was a stark contrast to the war-torn landscapes he had become accustomed to.

They led John to a car parked nearby, and as they drove through the city, John marveled at how much had changed and yet how much remained the same. The city lights twinkled like stars against the darkening sky, and for the first time in months, John felt a sense of peace settle over him.

Finally, they pulled up to a cozy apartment building. "Welcome home," they said, their voice brimming with excitement.

John stepped out of the car and followed them inside. The apartment was filled with warmth and the comforting scent of home-cooked food. It was a stark contrast to the barracks he had called home for so long.

As they sat down to eat, John listened intently as they recounted their own experiences over the past months. Their stories were filled with laughter, anecdotes, and a contagious enthusiasm for life that was both uplifting and soothing. For the first time in a long while, John found himself genuinely smiling, his heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.

After dinner, they moved to the living room, where they had set up a cozy spot with blankets and pillows. They sat close, their fingers intertwined, as they talked about their dreams, their hopes for the future, and all the plans they had for the time they would spend together.

As the night grew darker, they shifted the conversation towards lighter topics, sharing funny anecdotes and playful banter. They spoke about the quirks that had been revealed during their time apart and reminisced about the memories they had created together.

"You know," they said, their voice softening, "even though you were far away, I felt your presence with me every day. Your strength, your courage – they've always been my inspiration."

John looked at them, his heart swelling with gratitude. "And you, my love, were the light that guided me through the darkest moments. Knowing that I had you waiting for me kept me going, even when things seemed impossible."

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss that held all the tenderness and passion that had built up over the months. In that moment, the world around them ceased to exist, and there was only the two of them, bound by a love that had proven unbreakable, even in the face of war.

As the night grew deeper, they settled into each other's arms, finding comfort in the closeness that had eluded them for so long. The war was still a part of John's past, but in this moment, it felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the love that enveloped them.

As they drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's embrace, John realized that coming home wasn't just about returning to a physical place. It was about finding his way back to the heart that had sustained him, the heart that had been waiting for him all along. And as he closed his eyes, he knew that no matter where life took them next, their love would always be his guiding light.

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